Best Ravine Poems

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I had to bring this one back, though I've been posting mostly new writes here that PS hasn't seen before. This poem has been...

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Wishing Well by Juke55 @ Deviant Art



I circle from pale to shade,
countless steps
around the abandoned well.
Wasted wishes rest 
in dried-up depths, 
we perish
in its hollows....

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Thus we follow little Puff Puff brave and true,
For the Castle of Magic was within her view…
She will journey far under the skies of blue,
When...

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A gorge, ravine, the deepest pit
                   ...

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On the day after Christmas, they started appearing,
cast out of houses, stripped of their finery,
lying crooked in the gutter, garbage bags flanking.

My brothers and I...

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The Black Hills wept for Thee

East of the Black Hills of South Dakota, 
On the Pine Ridge Reservation,
Live a proud tribe of Oglala Lakota, 
Part...

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“Within the fog the distant mountains strain
Bruised in shades lavender and forest green
Each angle decomposing ~  ~  ~ in the rain”

While dreary dawn,...

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Vacantly staring into the night sky
She saw big bellied clouds drifting away
Are they fleeing away from the luminous moon? 
Or mercilessly driven out
After being robbed...

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I dream that tonight I am a raccoon
And it is here in this body that I store the notion
That my sadness will last forever,
In the...

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The water rushed by pulling at me as I struggled to hold onto the moss covered
rocks, but they were slippery and my hands to not...

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SIR CONRAD

The great explorer Sir Conrad Justine 
Disappeared and was never again seen
Got too near the edge
Slipped on the ledge
Fell two thousand feet in to...

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"The streams are my veins" ~ by Constance La France

I feel
I belong to
the pellucid stream that
gently swerves through the rocks as I
stroll leisurely along the...

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On a barren mountain top,
boulders gray and strewn with rocks,
thermal winds that rose and dropped,
sat the Raven, head half-cocked.

The Raven watched the butterfly
as it softly...

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Poetry is tangerine and other potent or poisonous colors.
It is the breath you feel at the nape of your neck and
the strong caress of flesh...

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Les Miserable 

I walked and walked down a steep ravine and came across
a village has forgotten by time by a road that evaded dwellings
A track...

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